Useful Searches

By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.

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There were a number of things that Toby expected to run into in her everyday life. Back home it had been about the faerie world. She could go entire days without bloodshed. Weeks even. Not always months, because she was hired to handle difficult cases. She typically got hurt in those cases. But most of the situations she got into she could get out of. Very rarely did she get into situations that she couldn't get out of herself, but this was certainly one of them. Toby had pissed off someone she really shouldn't have, but that was also pretty typical of her. The bigger problem was the fact that Toby didn't have her normal cast of allies here. No Sea Witch to save her with scary magic. No Tybalt to pull her along the shadowed roads against her will. No Connor to save her from drowning.

That wasn't to say Toby couldn't handle her own. She was tough. She was a lot more durable than a number of people in Pandora. She could heal from things other people couldn't. The brunette was good at what she did, good in a fight, and all that sort of thing. But when someone hired what she could only describe as a semi truck and a wrecking ball converted into a person to beat the shit out of her, she found that she could do very little damage in the way of defending herself. Doubly when the skin of the creature was tough enough that her silver knife wasn't doing any damage.

It was a faerie though, Toby could tell that much from the scent of him, but it wasn't any damn type of faerie she had ever met. She thought of a bridge troll, but even those were typically nicer than this. This was a thug, through and through, and Toby was having trouble with him. She had scored a few cuts along his person, but he had hit her a number of times in return. She had at least two broken ribs and bruises along one side of her face. That had been from one punch. She also had bruises along her back from where her back had slammed into the side of the building she was next to. The asshole had waited until right after dusk, when she was walking from her apartment building to her office to jump her in an alleyway, dragging her in deep enough that most people around the area wouldn't even realize what was happening.

Except Spike had come with her this time. He liked to ride around on her shoulders and hang out in the office to bug her assistant when she was busy. He was a social creature despite the fact he acted like a cat, but he knew when things were messed up. More importantly, he knew when she was in trouble and had gotten help before. So the little rose goblin, which might have looked like some trash or a rose bush or something similar to a regular human, was running down the alley on his way to get help while Toby was currently fighting for her life in the alleyway. She hadn't pulled out her iron knife yet, but that was because her leather glove was not on her hand and she couldn't use it without burning her skin terribly. Only as a last defense, really.

Still Spike skittered across the cobblesteps until he ran into someone who looked a little familar to him. Familar because of his dress, in furs and armor like one of the faerie knights, despite the fact that Spike did not have the face of a faerie. The little Rose goblin dropped his illusions to the mortal kind and started running around the man's ankles in a thorny, chittering as loudly as it could as it's thorn filled tail whipped around his ankles to get his attention. Once he had it, Spike ran straight back into the alley. Back to Toby. Hoping the knight followed him, because frankly, he was the calvary. Toby took another hit as her rose gobling came chittering back into the alley, trying to do what he could by attacking the troll's ankles as Toby rolled out of the way of another hit and started cussing a mile a minute as she tried to stay ahead of the troll.

It had been a few days since Cullen had been promoted to Constable, and the extra responsibility relaxed him, in a way that he knew most of the Inquisition back home would have teased him for if they knew. It was easier to distract himself from the migraines when he had more work to do, and he wasn't given so much responsibility that he felt like he might just be a liability with his lyrium issues, like he did as Commander back home. There was just enough work to keep him happy.

Generally, he stayed around River Street, given that that was the district he had been put in charge of, but today was the first day where he had opted to fill in an empty spot patrolling another district that tended to need Watch intervention quite a bit more than the others - Blackhaven. The darker area of Pandora Town reminded him in several places of Lowtown in Kirkwall, and Maker only knew he had tried to avoid that place as much as possible except for those earlier days when the only way he had been able to scour the memories of blood magic and the pain and torment it had brought him for weeks had been to drink as much as he possibly could in The Hanged Man. Since those days, Cullen had little desire to tread such dirty, crime-infested streets. He had been a Templar after all, not common law enforcement.

But here it was part of his job to be exactly that, and so when he received word of an empty patrol spot needing to be filled after a Watchman had called in sick, Cullen had decided to step up himself. He'd expected a rough day, but had - to his surprise and perhaps slight disappointment - had nothing to actually do except walk the streets. That was, at least, until he was walking down one road, and heard a skittering noise that sounded like a disturbing mix of dry branches and spiders, and turned his head to see something that looked bizarrely like a moving rosebush scuttling towards him, scurrying around his ankles with a chittering sound.

Cullen blinked, his lips parting slightly as he frowned at it, before he nudged it with his foot. "Shoo." It just kept scuttling around him, with what he could only describe as a thorny tail whipping around his ankles. And then it ran away, straight into the mouth of a dark alley, looking back at him once as though wanting him to follow. Cullen stared after it, his frown deepening. Was he really going to follow a thing that looked like a sentient rosebush into a dark alleyway? Apparently he was, because with a quiet mutter to himself, Cullen headed off after it, into the maze of narrow alleys that snaked across Blackhaven.

Before long he heard the sounds of a fight, and his right hand moved immediately to the hilt of his sword as his left took up his shield from where he kept it slung against his back as he moved forward, edging forward to where the alley turned a sharp corner. There was no point charging straight in without taking a peek first and assessing the situation. Cullen had no patience for those kinds of people. So he moved slowly, so as not to be heard, and then carefully looked around the corner.

His first thought when his eyes fell on the creature being fought by a sole woman was that it looked like a darkspawn, but different. Big enough to be an ogre, but far more human looking, like someone had mashed together man and darkspawn - not really an idea that Cullen wanted to think on. The thing was a good foot taller than Cullen, who was considered a little taller than average at just over six feet, and despite looking reasonably human, seemed to have more muscle than any man should physically have been able to have. It was also apparent to the former Templar that the dark haired woman fighting it was being badly overwhelmed.

With the assessing of the situation out of the way, Cullen got to the charging bit. There wasn't really any being careful here, because it was plain that the woman likely wouldn't last much longer with the full attention of the human-ogre-thing on her. So he just ran in, unsheathing his sword, letting out a sharp yell to draw its attention away from the woman and onto him instead. Not that he believed that such a thing was necessary because he was a man and she was a woman, of course. Some of the best fighters he had known were women. Cassandra. Hawke. Isabela. Leliana. Ellana, though she was effective in far different ways. But this one did only have a small knife against something so huge. His sword would be far more effective.

When the thing's attention was pulled to him, it had already begun to stoop in an attempt to drive a fist down to where the woman had rolled on the ground, which left its face completely open for Cullen to dash forward and slam the front of his shield straight into its jaw, driving its chin upwards and staggering it, more from surprise than from the force of his attack he was sure, but it was a start.

Toby was slowly losing, but that was because she didn't have a magical edge compared to the thing that she was fighting. She wasn't stronger than it. Her skin wasn't as tough as that. She could heal and recover from all this sort of thing, but it was going to hurt in the process. She was short term, more breakable than the troll, but in the long term, less breakable. That thought process really wasn't helping her here though. Because she didn't know what the hell she was going to do to get herself out of this. She didn't even know where the hell this troll had come from, because Toby hadn't even smelled the sucker until he was dragging her into the alley. That thought was also a weird one, but it had to do with the balance of her blood than anything else. It hadn't been normal before. Funny how she was mad that her abilities hadn't worked the way they were supposed to in this situation, all the same.

She didn't have time to think about it any further though, because all of a sudden someone had grabbed the troll's attention off to the side. There was a good shield slam to the thing's face as the brunette managed to get back up on her feet. The rose goblin was still dancing around the thing's feet, doing absolutely nothing there. "Go get Tom!!" If there was something that could hit as hard as this thing could, it was her sleepy eyed assistant. Nothing against the guy who had suddenly showed up, the moment's distraction was welcome, but she could tell just by taking a breath that he was just human. Humans were just going to get smushed quicker than she could blink.

Toby waited until the troll was reeling back before she was darting around the man and his shield finally pulling out her other knife now that another life was on the line. Spike wasn't listening to her, idiot rose goblin, instead he was still chittering away, almost getting stepped on as he did. "Stupid little thing." She pulled on her iron knife, a grimace hitting her features as her skin started to burn where it met iron. There would be blisters if she held it bare handed for longer than a minute, but the troll was still trying to recover from the shield bash and Toby needed to use that.

The brunette darted forward and cut at the troll, her knife parting flesh where it struck. She dipped out of the way as the troll swung and bellowed in reaction to what she had done, stepping back next to the man with the shield and the sword and the... was he in full gear? "I hope that's real steel and not some sort of weird cosplay thing you got lucky with, man." The shield was at least real, but when it came to cosplays it might have been the only thing real in the group. The rest of the stuff wouldn't have been. Toby had seen plenty of people look like him though, because that was the normal get up in the faerie world. If it wasn't for his blunt features and human blood, she might have made the same mistake Spike had.

"Hit it on the right, I'll take the left. Keep it's attention circling. Use iron if you've got it." Toby rattled off orders because she had a feeling the guy was going to be sticking around. Thankful though she was, this was in her realm, she knew how to handle it. Her skin was still blistering on her left hand, but the pain was managable for the moment. Of course the troll was getting to his feet. "You little half breed. You mongrel!" Toby couldn't help the large eye roll she gave before moving to the left, yelling right back at it with several curses about the faerie queen's tits. It was probably very odd, but this was a normal day for Toby. At least... decently normal.

While Cullen's attention was mainly on the... whatever it was... in front of him, he did vaguely notice the way that the moving rosebush was dancing around the big thing's ankles, kind of like a dog. A leafy, prickly dog. If he hadn't been busy hoping to drive the thing away from the brunette, he might have paid more attention to the curious little creature. As it was, it didn't get more than a passing huh from his thoughts before he ducked a badly aimed swing of the ogre-thing's fist.

The woman was quick to make use of the window of opportunity he had given her, darting in with a speed he wouldn't have managed in his armour and cutting its flesh with her knife. A different knife, he noticed. She seemed to be in pain, but he assumed that the creature had managed to do something to hurt her; he didn't even consider that it was her own weapon that was hurting her. When she moved back beside him and spoke, Cullen glanced sideways at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. "I'm not sure what a cosplay is," he said dryly, "but I can assure you that it's all real." How could it not be real? Who would ever wear armour that wasn't even steel? Unless they were lucky enough to come across a stronger, lighter metal, he supposed. But the woman hadn't sounded as though that was what she'd been thinking of.

And then she was giving him orders. Thankfully, Cullen was not at all the prideful type who would get prickly over being given orders by someone who didn't look much older than a few years younger than him. People who got offended by that seemed not to have much time in their lives for anything beyond being petty. Besides, from the sharp way she suggested he use iron if he had it - which he didn't - and the fact that he didn't recognise this creature at all, he figured that whatever world it came from, it was likely the same one as hers. She seemed familiar with it, especially when they proceeded to... trade insults? Cullen blinked, sparing only a moment to look at her again as she started to shout about the something-queen's... Andraste preserve him! If they hadn't been in such a dire situation he might have cleared his throat awkwardly.

As it was, there was no time to consider her almost amusingly crude insults, because the thing was turning towards her, either personally offended by what she was shouting or simply going for the loudest target. Cullen took the opportunity while she distracted it to quickly circle around behind it, darting forward with as much speed as his armour would allow, blade flashing out with a swift and expert slash to the thing's hamstring.

Oh. God. His voice. His voice made him sounds like... she had to do a quick double take at him for just a split second after he spoke. If only because she expected an entirely different man to be standing there. The accent was different, Toby knew that, and there was certainly a different depth of voice entirely, but the dryness coupled with that sarcasm and slight exasperation in his voice was creepy close to a certain Knight back home. And his word choice. He sounded like Etienne. To the point where it was hella creepy to Toby. Because she couldn't think of a person that disliked her politely than that guy.

The feeling was sort of mutual. Sort of. They got along alright and Toby could actually begrudgingly respect the guy for several reasons but he was such a stickler for the rules. It was disgusting. She didn't have time to hope that there was at least a shred of a normal person under all that supposedly real armor before she was trading insults with the bridge troll. The thing kept on trying to take swipes at Toby, but it was far slower than she was. She could thank her mother for that, or just general luck.

The truth was the fact that the troll was off balance from her cut, which would heal rather slowly because they were faerie. Just like Toby's hand was going to be a bitch for at least a day after this, which was slow for the brunette. That was just from holding iron for a minute or two in her bare hand instead of being cut with it. But she knew how that felt too, because her life had been a lucky one.

Something happened on the other side of the troll. Toby assumed that the human Etienne sounding guy had hit the troll, but unless the blade was iron, it wasn't going to do much damage to the skin of a bridge troll. He wasn't going to do anything except make the troll mad and distracted, which gave Toby a chance to strike it with the iron again, cutting along it's ribs with her iron blade.

But her hand was starting to blister too much. Hurting too much. She was already dizzy with pain, which was an aspect of pain that she had never liked. That and blacking out. Toby had a bad habit of doing both when she had taken more than the average person or fae could ever hope to take. Her fingers clenched for a second as a hiss of pain ran up her elbow, then she was throwing the knife away. Skidding across the ground towards the knight.

"FUCK! Use that instead of your fucking sword!" It was more the pain than Toby actually being mad at the knight over anything. She lifted a foot sharply before slamming it into the side of the troll. Once again, she wasn't a match for the troll but she was stronger than a normal human. It'd be a decent knock to something other than a bridge troll. "I bet you were born out of your mom's ass instead, you piece of shit." She was of course, insulting the troll again. Human insults, but the troll wasn't that stupid. It knew it was being insulted and knew enough about human culture to realize that shit and ass went together as a second joke. Toby liked to think she was clever sometimes, but she was sure someone else would have had a better insult. The Sea Witch, for one. Her insults were always among the best. "Shit for brains, of the kingdom of shitstorms. I don't even fucking know. Your mother was a hamster." If the knight used her knife, then he could do some damage. She pulled her hand back, craddling it slightly as she dodged the troll again.

Cullen had assumed that his slash towards the thing's hamstring would have an effect, but he was wrong. His sword barely made any impact against its flesh at all - in fact, he couldn't even see if he'd broken its skin before it was getting angry and turning to swipe at him, forcing him to move backwards as quickly as his attire would allow. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of the woman darting forward and making a cut that seemed to do more than his own had, despite her weapon being so much smaller.

She was in more and more pain with each passing second, that much was obvious, but Cullen was at a complete loss as to why, because he could see no obvious injury beyond bruises. Then she was shouting, sliding her weapon away, towards him, telling him to use her small knife instead of his sword that should have been far more effective. Weeks before, he wouldn't have known at all what she was even saying, but a month of working in the Watch had taught him about all manners of curses that he had no inclination of ever adopting. Fuck being one of the more common and strange of them.

He grimaced at her, because it didn't seem to him like a good idea to sheath his sword and use a smaller weapon instead, and indeed one that he had no experience in using. There was a certain difference in using a long sword, and a small knife. Still, there must have been a reason why she was telling him to use it, and he had seen her leave more of a mark than he had. He just wasn't sure how to respond to her with how she was talking. He just quickly shoved his sword into the scabbard at his hip and then dodged another blow as he threw himself down to the ground, snatching up her knife and getting as agilely as he could back to his feet, quickly glancing at the woman as he did so. She was cradling her hand, dodging the creature as she taunted it with words Cullen was certain were vulgar. She and Isabela would get along, he thought dryly.

The woman was getting the thing's attention, but he couldn't get close enough with the small knife to get any kind of lethal cut, and if he just danced around slicing here and there they would be there forever, because the thing didn't seem to bleed much or be easy to cut at all. So, as it turned with a furious snarl towards the dark haired woman, clearly incensed by her insults for some reason - its mother was a hamster? Really? - Cullen did the only thing that seemed to him like it would make any impact. He leaped onto its back, knocking it off-balance, aiming to drive the knife into its throat. He didn't like to kill, but that wasn't to say he wouldn't if he felt the situation called for it.

Well, she had to give the guy props. He decided to really get into things when it was needed and Toby had to admit that she likely would never jump on the back of a bridge troll like that. That was pretty much asking to get yourself killed. But he was human and he likely had no idea what he was dealing with. He was just trying to help, which meant that Toby was going to feel bad if he got hurt. That was just the natural way of things on her end as well. She never wanted help, but that didn't mean Toby didn't need help in some situations. This was obviously one of those situations.

The troll reacted the moment the knight launched himself on it's back, violently trying to jerk out of the way even as the iron blade hissed across it's throat. It got close enough to make a difference in the fight, close enough to scare the troll, but not enough to actually kill it. Which was probably a good thing, because... were there night haunts here in Pandora? She actually didn't know the answer to that. And she didn't know what would happen to something obviously not human when it died here. Did anyone even care? It seemed less important. She could have walked around without her human disguise if she wanted and no one would think her that odd. There were other people with pointed ears and finer features. Tall like she was as well.

But those were details she didn't have time to figure out, because the troll was bellowing with the iron so close and he was doing his best to shake the knight off. There was fear in him, though Toby couldn't smell that despite her extra abilities. Magic was what she could tell. Blood was what she could pick apart. Fear? Not so much. Not unless she actually tasted the troll's blood. Which she wasn't about to do if she didn't need to do it. It likely would taste like ass.

Toby couldn't do much without her iron knife. The silver on her belt wasn't going to help in the least bit, but that didn't mean she couldn't help. The brunette moved despite her pain, slamming her shoulder into the front of the troll to throw it off balance. This movement also knocked the knight off the troll's back in the process, dumping him on the ground as the troll roared some more. Apparently they liked yelling. Danny had never yelled, but Danny was cool. This guy was not cool, but they weren't the same kind of fae despite being the... same kind of fae. Almost like he was faerie from another world with faerie. Which was the only explanation the brunette would have.

"Really now. Time to go. There's a human with iron." That was the only thing that she could give a warning for, but it was more than enough for anyone who was faerie. Iron killed. The troll growled slightly, but the cut on his neck was still burning slightly from it. He started to growl out a threat, but started to back away at the same time. Toby stood there calmly, ready to move if he got uppity, but he vanished into the shadows and was gone in seconds, like the faerie always did when in the face of iron and humans. Toby turned to the knight and held out her undamaged hand for her knife. "Thanks for the help." She was fine with saying thanks to him, because he was human, and the normal rules didn't apply there. There was a tight smile on her lips, because he was still a human with iron standing in front of her. He could just as easily use it on her as he could have on the troll.

In all honesty, Cullen hadn't really been expecting things to go as smoothly as he might have hoped. He would have liked to have been able to just jump on the creature, shove the blade into its throat, kill it, and be done with it. But unfortunately, if anyone was aware of things not being so straight forward and convenient in real life, it was Cullen, so it came as no surprise when his attempt at driving the knife into the beast's throat was rebuffed by a mixture of thick skin and the creature howling and desperately attempting to fling him off, so all he managed was a surface cut that wouldn't have done any real damage.

Once the struggle to throw him off started, Cullen found himself abandoning the attempt to quickly end the thing, and focusing instead on keeping himself on the thing's back, which basically meant holding onto a large handful of its hair right at the scalp as tightly as he could manage with his free hand since that was the first thing he'd managed to grab once it started to try and shove him off. Apparently, a tall and heavyset armoured man hanging onto its hair really did nothing else besides anger it more. Funny, that.

Cullen was in the middle of trying to decide whether it was better to hang on and try another attack or to jump off and risk getting a kick to the head, when the woman took matters into her own hands, ramming slender shoulders into the beast's chest just as it had made another attempt to throw him off. That combined with its sudden lurch to keep itself balanced caused the hair Cullen had been hanging onto to be ripped out of its scalp, sending the former Templar flying off its back to land on his own, heavily, on the concrete. The air was knocked out of him, but he recovered quickly, scrambling back to his feet.

If there was anything he'd been expecting given how this situation had gone since he'd arrived on the scene, it wasn't for the woman to suddenly just tell the thing to leave, as though mildly scolding it, using the fact that he had iron as a reason for it to leave, which just... made no sense to him at all. He blinked at them both as the thing growled and then slunk away into the shadows, taking a half-step towards it as though he were going to stop it before halting, his attention turned to the woman, brow furrowed in a frown.

"That's, ahh..." Whatever he'd been about to say faded off as he realised she had thanked him. Her hand was outstretched for the knife, which he flipped in his own hand to hold out to her hilt first. "You're welcome. It's in the job description, though." He tapped the City Watch badge he had pinned to his mantle with its little symbol announcing his rank, though his dry tone made plain that he wasn't entirely serious about that as though he wouldn't have helped out if he hadn't been a Constable. Then, he pointed in the direction the creature had ambled off in. "Was that really a good idea?" he asked, still frowning. "I mean, I assume you are familiar with it, but it didn't exactly seem friendly while it was attempting to kill us. How do you know you haven't just unleashed it on other people?"

It's in the job description though."What? White knighting?" The words slipped out before Toby could help herself. He was dressed like a knight. She really liked making fun of stodgy knights. It was a rivalry thing she had trouble shaking when there was a human man standing right next to her in knight armor. Old habits died hard. Or bad ones. Or maybe both. Regardless, she could still feel how badly burned her hand was. There were blistered and her skin felt like it was still on fire thanks to being in close proximity of that iron knife. Which wouldn't have happened if she had been smart enough to put her damn glove on before using it, but in the heat of the moment the brunette had been unable to even manage that.

She let a bit of a sigh go and noted that the man was likely speaking about the City Watch. A large number of his type, the knights, had signed up for the City Watch. It made a lot of sense for the majority of them, because it was the same sort of thing they had done before. Toby understood that, otherwise she wouldn't have become a private investigator all over again. Still her hand hurt enough for a bit of a hiss of pain as she wriggled her digits to make sure she could still use them if the troll turned around to give her another murder attempt.

He held the knife out to her and she took it with her undamaged hand, even though her skin started to burn the second it touched the iron. She moved quickly, twisting her upper body slightly in an odd way so she could tuck the knife into the right holster. Her movements were quick, practiced, but almost as if she were trying to holster a hot potato instead of a weapon. Toby ignored that though, just shrugging her shoulders at the blond haired man before answering his question. "He's not going to hurt the majority of people he comes across. He was just being racist to me. He'd leave a normal human like yourself alone." Which was about as close to an explanation as Toby was going to give. Humans would likely be fine as long as the troll didn't mind causing a scene. But a changeling? That was an affront to everything else, wasn't it?

"Don't worry about it. I'll be more prepared next time." Really, if it hadn't gotten such a drop on her, it would have been fine. The cut along her cheek was already starting to heal and her hand would likely be fine by the next morning. She could have taken on a troll if she had been more ready. Even if she had been able to get her damn glove on, that would have been an entirely different fight. Because Toby would have started with the iron knife. Some rules just had to be forgotten when you were defending your own skin. "Toby Daye, by the way. Nice to meet you." She gave him space to introduce himself, but didn't offer to shake his hand. Considering the state hers were in, it really made a good bit of sense to keep her hands to herself.

White knighting? That... wasn't exactly a term that had ever been used to describe Cullen, though he could work out what she was getting at with it. "Hmm, yes, well. Better to be a white knight than walk by without a care, wouldn't you say? Unless, of course, you would have preferred me to have just gone on my way without assisting, in which case, I apologise." Though his tone was perfectly mild and could almost have been taken as being serious, there was a thin, dry smirk curving one corner of his lips, tugging at his scar. The way she'd said it made it sound as thought "white knighting" was bad, but Cullen couldn't see how that could be the case. Maybe she was the extra prideful type and was sore that she'd needed some help.

Not that it mattered to him. It would never have rested easy on his conscience to walk by and leave her to deal with the thing alone. His eyes flicked down to her hands as she took the knife off him, slipping it into its holster as though the thing was painful for her to touch. Which, judging by the burns on her hands... Hmm. He glanced back at her face when she mentioned 'normal humans' like himself, because she looked quite human herself. Other than that quick glance, he made no reaction to the clear implication that she was of another species. He couldn't have cared less if she wasn't human. After all, he was currently seeing an elf, so he would have been a ridiculously big hypocrite if he'd taken some kind of protest against this woman not being human. She just... looked it. A lot. Ellana looked human too, but with her there were signs that she wasn't. The particularly lithe frame, the pointed ears.

"Since you're clearly familiar with it, and certainly more so than myself, I shall take your word for it," he said slowly, hoping that trusting her on the matter was the right call, before he looked down at her hands again. "Are you holding up all right? Those burns look like they hurt." Cullen had plenty of experience with burns. It was hard not to when you were a Templar, especially a Gallows Templar during Kirkwall's more tumultuous times. Mages did seem to like fire.

She introduced herself, and Cullen made no more effort to shake her hand than she did his, mindful of her burns. "Cullen Rutherford," he said, before continuing with a faint edge of warmth to his softly mild tone. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Daye, though I suppose the circumstances could have been better."

Toby felt bad two seconds later, though there was a bit of a laugh on her lips that was a little breathless at his dry humor. He was a dead match to that knight back home, except in human flesh instead of faerie. "No, no. I appreciate the help. Thank you." She wanted to make it clear that she did appreciate his timing, it was just... sort of hilarious in the grand scheme of things. If only because his personality, tone of voice, and the dead serious look on his face that was far more somber than his actual words suggested. Toby couldn't keep a straight face if she wanted to, despite everything that had just happened.

Lithe frame and point ears... actually described Toby pretty well. Except she wasn't feminine by any means, a lot rougher around the edges than most other women who fell under that description as well, which was most of the faerie kingdom back home. She was actually a little on the shorter side than most of the women of full fae blood that she knew and that was more than likely because of her human blood than anything else. He was concerned over her burns a second later, but that was only because he didn't know her abilities just yet. "I heal very fast. Don't worry about it." Already bits of the skin were scabbed over and while her digits would be tender for a good while tonight, by morning that pain would just be a faint echo. She really should start wearing that glove more often, if there were more fae elements around town.

A wild grin split her lips for a second. "This is tame, Cullen. Run into me too often, you'll start to understand worse chance circumstances." She couldn't help but think of Kirk and all the nonsense he had gotten himself into by becoming her friend. Another human who knew what he was doing in a fight, if in a wildly different manner from this knight. "Have you become the new city guard in the area? Jeremy alright?" Toby knew the area very well by this point and she was acquainted with the Watch in the area because she felt a need to be. Sometimes trouble when down at her office and from her history, she knew that trouble could come down at home for her too. It was best to know who was around and what they were capable of, because of those additional circumstances she had been speaking of.

But it was probably a little odd that she knew the city watch so well in the area. "I'm a private investigator. Getting in trouble with unsavory characters is in the job description." Toby's grin was more one of comradeship than anything else. Because he was Etienne made human and the brunette just couldn't shake that. Anything like that was going to give her comfort and make her a little more at easy with this situation. Her body language suggested she was relaxed and comfortable at least, which was something a little odd given they had just met. Toby just had a good feeling, because if he was anything like Etienne then he would follow the law to the letter, as much as his morals would allow. And that was someone predictable, someone you could trust to do the right thing. It was a rare enough thing even among humans. Call it a gut instinct, but that's what she had, so that's what she was going with.